The pain in this house is one thing, but the lies and deceipt are another, i looked into the eyes of the weak - and realised that weak was my mother
the screaming and shouting, the constant mess - as i sit alone here feeling weak and depressed
Home used to be my shelter, my place that i knew of no harm - no i sit here in pieces feeling lost and alone - with blood dripping down from my arm
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I know this isn't great but it's how i was feeling at the time
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